How about some cheese? the Aussie said to the new employee.
Which kind would you like? Cheddar? Pepper jack? American?
Definitely not American. Do you have Provolone?
The other guys laughed. They were toying with this American.
Cheese means money over here, one of them said to the new guy.
The new guy kept his thoughts to himself, but he listened hard now.
Figuring out who the instigators were.
Was their teasing clean fun or bullying?
A latecomer began gesturing frantically as he entered the office.
Upon seeing this display, the new guy decided to introduce himself.
“I am your new manager,” he told them
“Feel free to call me the Big Cheese.”
Sheba the sexiest, severest sensual rabbit in Shellbyville
Walks in a seductive way that has the men all quiet and still.
Their wives are wishing she would swish and sashay out of town.
Watching her work those come-hither hips in her glitzy, beautiful gown.
She is truly the big cheese of femininity, says star-struck Mr. Huck.
Watching her swishes, wishing he was still a healthy young buck.
Coal face
disgrace
Bad vibes
from tribes
Dark art
at heart
Big deal
surreal
Uptight
yeah right
Sky high
my eye
Who knew
boohoo
My god
that’s odd
not half
a laugh
High five
alive
Stock phrase
daft craze
Buzz word
absurd
Smart tek
brain wreck
Sour pus
missed bus
High horse
off-course
Slow coach
cockroach
Big cheese
feels squeeze
Sore thumb
by gum
Hells bells
death knells
Fast lane
Insane
Bored stiff
with gif
Calm down
you clown
Joe soap
might cope
John dough
skid row
Jackpot
great scott
Long run
such fun
Clean sweep
knee deep
Bon mot
for show
Quick quip
takes dip
False dawn
a yawn
Created and posted : 10th October 2022 for Brian Strand contest
We had most fun we have ever had on the River Boat Dell Queen
Cousins Limpets and the Hoppers, more than you've ever seen.
Frolicked, jet skied, threw our sisters and bros in the water.
What incredible fun for each grandson and granddaughter.
We have never seen you act this way, the littlest one said.
named Sheila, she belonged to Lilly Putin and son Ted.
We picked her up, swirled her and threw her in with a plunk.
Me too yelled a big cheese sandwich eater name of Big Thunk.
It was the craziest, most fun family reunion we had ever had
You can ask my most serious grand Uncle– Timothy Thad.
We were arrested, hauled away for our behavior that fine day.
Grandma said next time we won 't let those damned cops chase us away.
Hey why do they call it the 'rat race'
I don't know ~ Go ask the Big Cheese
If I and my poems were dissed
by those deemed elite--just dismissed,
I’d be so mature.
Their barbs I’d endure—
unless I should get REALLY p_ _ _ _ _!
My sarcastic quips might be flying,
fake moxie to keep me from crying!
I’d not stand there gaping.
“I’ll never be aping
your style”—my words might leave them sighing.
*****************
If some ladder-climbing go-getter,
an ambitious, thriving big cheddar*
should call me a slacker,
I’d surely not smack ‘er;
I’d say, “I’ve been called worse by better!”
“Big cheese” (important, powerful person) didn’t fit here!
November 4, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: Judged by a Jury of Your Peers Placed 6th
Sponsor: Mark Koplin
I'm just a lowly cheddar cheese ball, come roll away with me
past gastronomical delights, to taste and smell and see
varieties of cheeses that stretch on across the miles
that vie for the attention of hungry cheese-o-philes!
Some are common kinds of chumps like Jack and Mozzarella
used in down home sandwich shops, or finely sliced on pizza tops.
Then there's the Italian clan for the sophisticated pallet
like Romana and Gargonzola that rank high on the cheese ballot.
European cheeses are delectable, such as Havarti and Guyere
ranging from mild to smoky rich, they have that nutty flare.
On top of the cheesy food chain are most certainly the French
who've made an art of nuance that puffs out their cheesy chests
with Blue de Basse and Camembert, they are among the best.
But the BIG cheese, queen of cheeses, is the creamy, heavenly Brie
mixed with raspberries and chocolate, it's as delightful as can be
eaten with or d'oeuvres or paired with the finest wine
no other cheese is more superb, delicious or sublime.
And yet, some folks still prefer a lowly, cheddar cheese ball
and for them, I truly am the greatest cheese of all!
Written on 11/12/2018
6/22/17
In and out of each town
I just love how all these beats sound
Feet to the ground
Even when I'm feeling overwhelmed, and completly beatdown
Regardless of if I want to sleep now
Or eat chow
I'll still put you six feet deep clowns
Taking you and the so called big cheese out
Before the chance of a rebound
Near and far from driveways throwing away a 'free couch'
We all got our own stories to tell
What the hell
I should've, could've made 2017 XXL
Oh well
I'm not going to dwell
Or hide in any shell
Just going to try to propel
And excel
Lightyears beyond what their trying to sell
Not quite parallel
Or in the same realm
Near and far from any ferns
Turns, curves , berms and curbs
I always yearn to learn
Always realizing their is a point of no return
I still burn some herb
And do my best to earn
While keeping my word
Through whatever occurred
Even if it ended up being a blur
What I recently heard
Was absurd
And almost left me disturbed
Because it sounded like a turd
And did not deserve
To be ever called superb
Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk
Know Your Onions
Hey there Big Cheese
I think you are the bee’s knees
Not a bluenose or a flat tire,
But, ooh hardboiled & too Oliver Twist to resist
Let us skip the youths' rub & head far removed from the petting pantry
Share a jorum of skee at the local speakeasy
Now we are on the trolley!
Let us slowly ankle to the joint
I’m a copasetic-bearcat
Watch my gams, catch my point?
Oh hepcat I’ll get your handcuff or
This darb Sheba’s bank is closed for someone else
Butt me, you spiffy sheik
Cuz I’m stuck on you bimbo
Unleash
Know your onions & manacle this
Choice bit of calico,
You know you can’t resist
Then and then only will you wield me to your struggle buggy and
We’ll be jake!
The cat's pajamas!!
Berries!
Sunshine Williams
1920’s Slang
Where can I go.
Following me like the black plague,
Droppings here and there for show.
----let them lie where they fall
after all
who is the big cheese
who is the termite at the top of the hill,
rambling longer, saying less,
worthless krill
having to search out a dying whale
simply to have meaning to it’s existence.
Excess baggage intended solely to take up space.
Tainting the atmosphere with worthless mindless waste.
Floating around with an atmosphere of
“too close for comfort.”
Sad isn’t it.
All the lies.
All the make believe
All the deception of fellow
members who take the truth for granted.
Like the willow, which can only bend so far,
drivel faithfully ranted,
comes to a bitter end
Waking up five in the morning,
and looking the dawn's sun rise,
to start the day with a yawn and strech.
Smell the morning dew,
as you go and retrive the morning newspaper,
filled with tablots of lives more intresting than yours.
You wave to your hand to your neighbor,
who you don't like, still you say, "hi"
Why?
It's just the nature of the human being.
You turn and go inside,
you feel some pain on your leftside.
All those milkshakes and hamburgers
caught up to you.
What do you do?
Not much, you can do now,
You fall to the ground, clenching your chest;
you call out for help, but no one comes.
You see your neightbor, but he doesn't mind.
See he hated you as well, like you hated him,
and he is glad to see you fall to your
knees and beg for Mercy.
Oh no! here he comes,
Doctor Death, no not Jack Kavorkian,
No! the big cheese,
the Creature that prays on black souls,
just like yours.
Doctor Death come on down! Come and clam your prize!
Good morning Doctor Death! I'm ready,
Are you?
Check the slam between P.D. and Green
Bunch of Girls trying to act all mean.
One question to Green your rap sounds like you wiped it on your sleeve
While smoking dope and combing out your $1.50 e bay weave.
“A wham, bam, thank you ma'am”
These raps are from a Buster Keaton silent move made into slam.
P.D., P.D. what’ that really stand for P. drip or puppy dog?
You yelp and call it a bark with your nose buried in S__T like a wart hog.
You both fart in a bottle and call it a storm
It just stink, its runny and luke warm
You thrive on other’s giving you the “Big up” and that’s all
Come to me and you’ll get the biggy small
I dedicate this slam to you from me
I am the main man, top dog, big cheese, king rhino, jungle VIP.
(Enjoyed both your Slams Big up)
A walnut pate encoute
Haddock with rarebit
Cheddar & onion tart
Cream cheese fresh baked scones
A lemon cheesecake
Dairy cream
Please !
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